In the face of grave defeat   Are heard cries for mercy   No barrier of self control   No innocent composure   Abusing love and, like a child,    Inflicting pain upon itself   When the calling finally comes   Will there be no one waiting?      In blind despair taken in   By any glimpse of freedom   Sell your soul to buy some time   Infect all your longings   The thought that God has taken sides   On the path to breaking down   Disconnected but not alone   Scream to the tune of the background noise      Endless thoughts of what is wrong   Arrive at no conclusion   On the floor still nursing wounds   No sense of self to speak of   The though that God has taken sides   On the path of breaking down   Disconnected but not alone   Scream to the tune of the background noise      When does enough become enough?   When does "no" have meaning?